Saturday, June 27, 2009
My grandma had a patch of these flowers in the corner of her yard. I have no idea what they are (anyone? anyone? Bueller?) but I liked them as a kid. They are so bright and cheery looking, and they seem to thrived without making it to botanical gardens or manicured lawns.
I like that wildness. Reminds me of me. :)
Farmers commonly refer to these as "weeds". I'm a girl... I think they're purdy.
One year, when I was 10-ish, my grandpa had a field of clover. It was a sea of purple and green, and when you walked by, and the wind was right, you could smell the sweet clover.
That and my cousin and I used to pluck the petals and bite the nectar. LOL
Apparently I'm not the only one that thought it was a good idea.
Someone else very coldly named her "15"